Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 66

Since their relationship in Kyoto, they have crossed paths with the Hanjiang Palace twice. Once they set foot in the palace on their own initiative, and once they came uninvited from the palace's forces. What is particularly unforgettable is the unexpected encounter with Lu Xuanxin in the bustling Baihua Building. The over-enthusiasm shown by the other party can't help but arouse suspicion and speculation.

King Hanjiang looks casual and carefree, but deep down he seems to have an unfathomable inner energy, like a black hole in the universe. His true motives are elusive, and he feels wary in his heart.

Looking back at the time when I first arrived in Yangqu County, I wanted to visit the King of Hanjiang but was unable to do so. Now that I have moved to Gyeonggi, I am trapped in the center of the vortex of the other party's attention. The power games and cunning contained in this can be described as intricate and mysterious.

The more central point is that the power network and smart strategies operated by this seemingly indifferent King of Hanjiang may have already touched some hidden boundaries and involved an unknown and far-reaching pattern.

Under this situation, Lin Xiaofeng did not act hastily because of anxiety. Instead, he took steps step by step and carefully questioned each and every trivial matter in the county.

During this period, he deliberately walked around to the theater door, and through the crack in the door, he caught a glimpse of the lively scene on the stage: a group of children dressed in colorful costumes, jumping and playing, like a scroll of folk life on paper.

Although in Lin Xiaofeng's eyes, these performances seemed immature, overly imitative, or even pretentious and clumsy, he still couldn't understand why the people of Yangqu County talked so much about such mediocre performances.

In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and once again turned his attention to discussing with Wang Yingchao in depth the practical problems in the county.

Time flies like an arrow, and most of the hour passes quietly in a daze.

Just when Lin Xiaofeng was engrossed in the conversation, he suddenly realized that the progress of the play in the theater might have far exceeded expectations.

So, he hurriedly stepped into the dimly lit hall, and saw to his surprise that "Quantum Entanglement: The New Legend of White Snake" was entering its climax, ups and downs, and exciting ending chapter.

Lin Xiaofeng stood in the hidden entrance passage behind the theater, his body seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and his expression instantly froze.

At this moment, he was shocked to realize that on the distinguished throne in the front row, the eyes of the emperor and the ministers were all directed towards him. The brief eye contact was intertwined with complex emotions: some were sudden surprise, some were A sharp and calm inspection, mixed with a hint of expectation that is not easy to detect.

Afterwards, everyone turned back slowly but solemnly almost at the same time, returning to their original posture of watching the show.

Feeling the shock of this scene, Lin Xiaofeng's heart beat like a drum. He immediately realized that the situation in front of him was unusual and quickly focused his attention on the ongoing stage play.

At this time, the finale of "The New Legend of White Snake" is being staged enthusiastically, with the characters Fa Hai, Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen appearing in the center of the stage together.

Different from the image in the traditional impression, Fahai today has a golden necklace hanging around his neck, his exposed strong chest shines under the light, and a strong arm tightly hugs Bai Suzhen's delicate waist. This unique The scene made the audience stunned, unable to believe the subversive plot twist that happened in front of them.

Lin Xiaofeng was sitting in the auditorium, eyes wide open, staring at the stage with all his concentration, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

He could never accept that Master Fahai, whom he had always admired, would behave in such a subversive manner.

Bai Suzhen on the stage was dressed in plain white clothes, with a face full of sorrow. She confided with almost heartbreaking emotions: "Xu Xian, although we have a shallow relationship, we are deeply in love. Letting go may be the best thing for each other." Relief." Her voice trembled slightly, revealing great sadness and helplessness.

Xu Xian, who was kneeling on the stage, turned pale after hearing these words, as if he had received a fatal blow. His whole body was shaking, and he could only look at Fa Hai's solemn and decisive voice and declared: "Promise donor, things in the world are impermanent, and all fates must come to an end. Only by letting Su Zhen leave with the poor monk can we find the truth of life and the ultimate peace."

Fahai's hands, which have experienced many vicissitudes of life, are like ancient pine bark wrapping the bones. His fingertips gently touch Bai Suzhen's jade-like mandible. His eyes are blazing with an unprecedented passion, like rain coming from a long drought. Excerpt: "I thought that I had transcended the world long ago and cut off the shackles of seven emotions and six desires. However, until I meet you, I know what love is and what unforgettable love is. I am willing to give up the worldly glory, just for you, and my deep love goes deep into my bones. ."

His words are low and powerful, like a dusk drum beating the heart, and every note carries emotional power that can shock people's hearts, like a bell reverberating in the quiet night sky.

Bai Suzhen was touched by this confession, and an elegant blush quietly rose on her cheeks. She bowed her head slightly, and responded with a shy but determined attitude: "My feelings are exactly the same as yours, my attachment to you." , far deeper than the abyss you can fathom.”

Her voice is as clear as a mountain stream, flowing with a secret garden of emotions that only she knows.

Xu Xian was like a trapped animal, enduring the heartbreaking pain and straightening his spine to support his crumbling dignity.

He tried his best to suppress the facial spasm that was mixed with anger and pain, and the voice squeezed out of his throat was hoarse and full of grief and anger, as if he was crying blood: "Su Zhen! How should our son Shilin, who we raised together, face all this?" ? If you were to spend time with this monk, what kind of criticism would he suffer in the world? Wouldn't it mean that he would have to bear the shameful mark of 'recognizing his enemy as his father' for the rest of his life?"

His fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped out, as if every inch of his skin was silently resisting the impending overturning of the wheel of fate.

Bai Suzhen's gaze slowly passed over Xu Xian, blending endless poignancy and determination: "Xu Xian, you and Fahai both treat me with sincerity. But at this moment, there is no need to obsess over Shi Lin's identity. Can you turn this love from your father into a silent guard and a tough barrier?"

Although her eyes were as cold as winter ice, they revealed extremely firm determination. It was obvious that she had made an irreversible life decision.

After hearing such an answer, Xu Xian's face turned so red that he could almost bleed, and his teeth clenched tightly. He asked with almost death struggle: "If others ask about Shilin's biological father, what should I do?" How to respond?!" His voice trembled violently, revealing the boundless despair and helplessness deep in his heart.

Bai Suzhen's answer was calm and decisive, just like the solemnity of the first snow-covered land in the North: "When someone asks, just say that he is Fahai's son." At this time, Fahai hugged Bai Suzhen tightly in his arms, This move undoubtedly declared to the world his ownership and emotional conquest of Bai Suzhen.

For Xu Xian, this was undoubtedly a cruel blow from fate. The humiliation and pain caused by the invisible "cuckold" on his head brought him to the edge of collapse. He stood there sluggishly, as if all his strength and courage to fight against fate were instantly taken away, leaving only an empty and powerless body.

At this moment of rapid change, a green shadow swooped out from the darkness of the stage with lightning speed. Xiao Qing was as quick as a rabbit, tightly protecting the innocent child in his arms.

Her face was as pale as paper, and anxiety and fear surged between her brows, as if her entire life's expectations were condensed in every quick and firm step.

She screamed with all her strength: "Sister! How could you make such a decision?!" The voice was sharp and harsh, like a sharp blade cutting the air, piercing the depression and dullness that enveloped the entire place.

Xu Xian stood frozen on the spot, his eyes filled with an abyss of despair and grief.

He stared at Xiaoqing and the trembling Xu Shilin in her arms, and stretched out his hands tremblingly, as if trying to catch the family love and future that were slipping away from his fingers: "Xiaoqing, take Shilin and I and escape. This whirlpool of right and wrong!" His voice was full of pleading and helplessness, as if the entire universe was falling apart at this moment.

However, Bai Suzhen responded with a wry smile. There was deep pain and helplessness hidden in that smile, as if she had seen through the tricks of fate and all the false appearances in the world.

Her tone was steady but resounding: "Xiaoqing, everything is doomed." Her eyes were firm and far-reaching, as if she had seen through the changes in the world and the changes in people's hearts.

When Xiao Qing saw this scene, his expression suddenly darkened.

She lowered her eyes and said in a low and helpless tone: "Sorry, I seem to have barged in at an inappropriate time." Her voice was filled with sadness and guilt, as if she was silently mourning this irreversible tragedy.

At this moment, Fahai showed extraordinary calmness and confidence.

His broad palms opened calmly, with a calm smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

He calmly said to Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, the fate between you and me is actually determined on the Sansheng Stone. This is the compassionate layout of Master Guanyin." His voice was calm and solemn, as if he was describing an indescribable thing. The irresistible cycle of destiny and divine power.

Surprisingly, Xiaoqing actually took the initiative to fall into Fahai's arms.

Her eyes flashed with complex and changeable emotions, as if she was accepting this unchangeable reality and fate.

She whispered: "Maybe you are right, this is our fate." There was a hint of compromise and helplessness in her voice that could not be concealed.

Fahai's eyes finally fell on Xu Shilin in Xiaoqing's arms.

He raised a joking smile and asked seemingly relaxedly: "Is this Xu Shilin? No need to worry, I will ask Guanyin to lead him to the South China Sea to practice Buddhism."

There was cunning and pride in his voice, as if everything was under his control.

The moment the words fell to the ground, the dark clouds in the sky were like rolling waves, quickly condensing into shape, and the Avalokitesvara Guanyin suddenly appeared in the chaos.

The cassock she wore was not an extraordinary fabric, but flowing with gleaming golden rays of light, making everything around her eclipse.

Her face is a mixture of compassion and majesty, her eyes are as deep as autumn water and as warm as the sunshine shining on the earth.

Guanyin holds a golden light that breaks through the sky, and takes the baby into her arms lightly and solemnly. This scene is poetic and picturesque, and it seems to bring a very symbolic and complete ending to this extremely bizarre play.

When Xu Xian saw this scene, his laughter turned from the initial shock to heart-rending madness. The laughter was like a rusty dull knife, cutting through the quiet time and space. His hands convulsively grabbed his hair, and each strand was pulled straight to the sky by pain and despair. His whole person fell into an almost crazy state, and he staggered out of the focus of the stage.

The light cast mottled light and shadow on his swaying back, projecting a lonely and sad picture, as if he was a helpless traveler abandoned in the wilderness by time and fate.

The laughter circled endlessly in the empty theater, the despair and madness contained in it were intertwined, like a lament bouncing on the cold stone floor, hurting the eardrums and souls of everyone present.

At this moment, Fahai had a different scene, holding two peerless beauties in his arms, walking back through the dust with honor-laden steps, every step seemed to strike at the heartstrings of envy, jealousy and hatred in the world.

His face was like a picture of a proud spring breeze, and his smile was filled with a sense of triumph and cunning satisfaction, as if he had reached the pinnacle of the world and grasped the sweetest fruit in the world.

What reflected in his eyes was the proud glory of a winner. It was a kind of confidence that he was strategizing and had everything under control. No matter how others speculated, they could not shake it.

The stage curtain slowly lowered, like a heavy stone tablet, silently burying this absurd but thrilling life drama.

However, when this darkness is about to swallow everything, the voice of the narrator sounds leisurely. The sound is like the echo of an ancient copper bell through the cold night, settling in the heart of the listener.

It narrates the ruthless changes in the fate of the three protagonists: Xu Xian failed to escape the trick of fate after all. He wandered on the edge of collapse, and finally transformed into a crazy monk, spending the rest of his life silently in a corner of the temple. His figure became increasingly blurred amid the cigarette smoke, becoming an eternal tragic symbol.

The sisters Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing experienced an extraordinary life feast with Fa Hai in the torrent of the prosperous world. Their stories and legends flowed like running water through the streets and streets, and were engraved among the people. Deep in the memory, it is still talked about today and has become a myth and legend that has been passed down through the ages.

Lin Xiaofeng stood motionless, like a frozen statue, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been separated from his body and was wandering in the void. All the noise on the stage in front of him had disappeared.

His expression was exactly the same as that of Xu Xian in the performance just now. He was deeply immersed in painful contemplation, and his inner confusion and confusion were clearly revealed in his eyes.

"Is this the "Legend of the White Snake" written by me? Is this what the people of Yangqu County are seeing now?" He roared deep in his heart, burning with anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

However, reason told him that he could not lose control at this moment, because he was still playing a role, and as the princess and His Majesty were both present, he could not do anything rude at all.

Despite this, the huge psychological pressure brought by this impact was almost too much for him to bear. He was secretly worried about how this drama would subvert the concepts of the royal family members and ministers.

Lin Xiaofeng walked towards his seat with heavy steps, each step seemed to be carrying a tens of thousands of tons of boulders.

His mood at the moment was like the depression before a rainstorm, and the storm was gathering momentum in his chest.

Just when he was about to sit down to calm down, Xu Xian, who had already fallen into a state of madness, appeared again and happily announced Zuiyuelou's special offer on the theme of "The Legend of White Snake".

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, his mental defenses instantly collapsed, and his internal organs trembled.

He thought that this farce had finally come to an end, but he never expected that the theater would enter into a cross-border cooperation with the Land of Fireworks.

He had only been away from his hometown for a few days, but Yangqu County had followed the trend and was at the forefront of the times. This undoubtedly brought another unbearable blow to him, making him feel like he was a stranger in the world and was alone on a strange planet.

After standing frozen in place for a long time, Lin Xiaofeng gradually felt the waves of embarrassment rising from the soles of his feet. It felt like the first cold wind in early winter, silent but sharp and biting.

He turned around slowly and his eyes happened to be locked on Li Hanmiao.

At this time, Li Hanmiao's cheeks seemed to be slightly smudged by the strongest sunset in the dusk, and a shy blush quickly climbed onto her face. She quickly lowered her eyes, so delicate that she did not dare to look Lin Xiaofeng in the eyes.

At this moment, the atmosphere is subtle and tense, like strings that are stretched to the limit and will suddenly break at the slightest touch, filled with suffocating emotional tension. Lin Xiaofeng's eyes once again focused on the aloof Emperor Jingjiang. His posture was like holding a very easily broken heart, and his tone was filled with unconcealable anxiety and uneasiness: "Your Majesty, what do you think about this..." Jingjiang The emperor's Adam's apple squirmed slightly, and he swallowed with difficulty. The skin on his face seemed to be cast into hard iron stone in an instant, and then he managed to spit out the word "fair".

These two words echoed in the vast hall, and the helplessness and embarrassment contained in them were like a huge rock, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Then, silence, like an invisible net, enveloped the entire space again, tightly wrapping all the emotions in it.

Lin Xiaofeng felt an indescribable fear and uneasiness. He straightened his spine and broke the dead silence with a full and firm voice: "Today's performance has come to an end. Someone outside has made arrangements for all the guests to go to the inn to rest. Can you please Leave in order."

As soon as the words fell, the audience stood up from the soft seats one after another like ice and snow blown by the spring breeze, and walked out of the theater door in an orderly but eager manner.

At this time, Li Dexian stepped closer with a sly smile, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother Lin, you really have two hands. The opening scene was really exciting. I believe you must have paid attention to the whole process."

Lin Xiaofeng frowned slightly, and an evasive doubt emerged in his heart. He was neither willing to delve deeper into what had just happened, nor could he imagine it. Before he could respond, Li Dexian continued to ask with great interest: "Hey, how did you get to that Zuiyue Tower?"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh. He sighed deeply and said with a hint of helplessness: "Your Highness, just ask the guards around you to find out. I have already specially arranged an independent and comfortable residence for the princess. The first thing should be for the princess to settle down first."

After hearing this, Li Dexian's face was filled with a joyful smile, and he left lightly, obviously very satisfied with Lin Xiaofeng's careful arrangements.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Lin Xiaofeng also hurriedly left the theater.

Under the protection of the night, he began to look for Li Hanmiao.

Soon he saw her. Surrounded by a group of nuns holding bright lanterns, she stood out in the dark night.

When Li Hanmiao saw Lin Xiaofeng, there was still a shy blush on his face. It was obvious that he had not completely gotten over the scene just now, and his expression still seemed a little dazed.

Lin Xiaofeng mustered up her courage and walked towards Li Hanmiao with firm determination. Although her voice was slightly nervous, she was unswerving: "Your Highness, I have carefully selected a more suitable place for you to live. Please allow me." Wei Chen personally escorts you there."

Li Hanmiao lowered her head implicitly, conveying her acquiescence with her delicate and weak movements.

The two of them walked slowly side by side, and the lanterns in the hands of the nuns behind them were like stars falling to the ground, illuminating their path. This scene seemed extremely peaceful and solemn in the middle of the night, and a bit poetic.

Under the bright moonlight, the stars were sparse, and there were occasional insects humming around, just like the music played by nature alone at night. The breeze blew slowly, caressing their faces, bringing a touch of coolness.

However, in this quiet night, a subtle and embarrassing atmosphere quietly filled the air.

Lin Xiaofeng stopped in front of the inn, trying to resolve the tense atmosphere through words. He coughed twice pretending to be calm, and then said hesitantly: "Ahem, Your Highness, I actually like to study. "Spring and Autumn", as well as classics such as "The Analects of Confucius" are also reviewed frequently."

There was obviously a trace of deliberateness in his words, and he was obviously trying to break the unbearable silence by finding a common topic.

However, Princess Li Hanmiao remained silent and did not respond to Lin Xiaofeng's topic.

This made Lin Xiaofeng feel embarrassed. He tried to bring up more topics, as if to fill this embarrassing blank.

He mentioned that he rarely participates in such occasions in his daily life. In his spare time, he prefers to practice some opera singing, or play sword dancing and ball games to exercise his body and mind.

However, these seemingly ordinary topics failed to arouse Li Hanmiao's interest. She remained silent, as if immersed in her inner thoughts.

Finally, when Lin Xiaofeng almost gave up his efforts, Li Hanmiao suddenly decided to break the long-lasting silence.

She looked around cautiously, then steadily raised her delicate face, her bright eyes shining with crystal clear luster against the faint candlelight of the inn.

She suddenly broke into a gorgeous smile, as if spring flowers were fully blooming in an instant. Lin Xiaofeng was stunned by this sudden brightness and stared at her dreamily.

She nodded a little shyly and said softly: "Actually, I love watching it, especially the white snake!"

These words were like a warm breeze blowing through Lin Xiaofeng's heart, causing him to feel his heart beat faster. Even the rhythm of his words could not help but become a little flustered: "If Your Highness likes it, that would be the best. Wei Chen will accompany Your Highness back." Room to rest.”

When Li Hanmiao heard Lin Xiaofeng's response, his eyes widened in surprise, then he gently covered his mouth with his hand, and couldn't help but take a step back. The nuns around her also immediately became alert. Their eyes were as sharp as arrows, as if they were asking Lin Xiaofeng: "What do you mean?"

Faced with this situation, Lin Xiaofeng became more and more embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only stand there awkwardly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

At this critical moment, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to have suddenly awakened from a trance. His every slight movement and every word was pulled by invisible forces into extremely delicate pictures, so clear that they were almost cruel.

He trembled violently as if he had been shocked by electricity, and realized his rudeness. The feeling surged into his heart like a tide, making him tense up instantly.

He took a deep breath, which seemed to be swallowed along with the stagnant and embarrassed breath around him, trying his best to calm the surging emotions.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled. There was a mixture of bitterness and embarrassment that could not be concealed, but there was also perseverance and calmness that could not be ignored.

He forced his voice to flow smoothly and casually, as calmly as if he was talking about daily trivial matters: "Ah, princess, please don't get me wrong. This inn in Yangqu County is extraordinary. There are many novelties in it. If you don't explain it in advance, I'm afraid there will be unnecessary misunderstandings."

There was a slight pause between words, and he suggested again, his eyes wandering around the group of princesses and nuns: "Alternatively, I can first explain everything to the nuns in detail, and then Her Royal Highness the Princess can visit. What do you think?" His eyes flashed cautiously. And the light of respect.

When the princess heard this, she coughed twice. Although the cough was light, it contained an iron-clad decision: "Well, no need, I trust Lord Lin. Let's go together." Her words were as soft as velvet. , but it carries an unshakable force.

As a result, Lin Xiaofeng personally led the princess and her accompanying nanny up the wooden stairs and went deep into the attic step by step.

He explained the interior furnishings one by one, from the warp and weft textures of the bed to the mortise and tenon structure of the tables and chairs, from the carved window lattice to the heavy door leaves, everything was described in detail, as if revealing the texture of life.

When the product of modern civilization, the toilet, was mentioned, the princess's cheeks were instantly dyed with a thin layer of pink, just like the early spring morning light quietly falling on the ice-cold skin, making her shy and delicate.

Several nuns had strange expressions on their faces, looking at Lin Xiaofeng as if they had labeled him as "frivolous". However, Lin Xiaofeng didn't care about it, and even admired the shy smile on the princess's cheeks with interest. Blushing, she secretly rejoiced in her heart.

The princess's impression of him improved due to his explanation, and Lin Xiaofeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief deep in his heart.

Regarding tomorrow's affairs, as long as the sweet potatoes are unearthed, everything will fall into place. He is full of confidence in his careful arrangements to win. At this moment, he thought silently in his heart, as if everything had never happened, he, Lin Xiaofeng, was still a humble gentleman who abided by etiquette and law!

The night fell heavily, like a thick piece of ink pouring into the vast sky, completely immersing the bustling bustle, tranquility and tranquility of the county town. At this moment, the lights in the princess's mansion gradually dimmed and went out one by one, indicating that she had fallen into a deep sleep in the embrace of the night.

At the same time, Lin Xiaofeng relied on his vigorous steps to rush through the dark night. His steps were brisk and powerful, as if every step was creating a brief brilliance in the air, and he quickly arrived at the gate of the magnificent theater standing in the center of the city. .

Inside the door, Li Wang Yingchao was waiting anxiously, like a cat ready to go, holding his breath and concentrating, preparing to report the enthusiastic response to tonight's performance to the returning Lin Xiaofeng, looking forward to receiving his appreciation and affirmation.

However, as soon as Lin Xiaofeng's figure appeared in the field of vision, a long-suppressed anger suddenly burst out like long-spent energy finding an outlet.

Lin Xiaofeng stepped closer, his eyes like burning flint, hot and sharp, staring straight at Wang Yingchao.

He strode forward like thunder and grabbed Wang Yingchao's collar decisively. His face turned red, his eyes widened like two shining stars, and the sound coming from deep in his chest was deafening. It was like a thunder echoed in the theater: "Who is so arrogant that you dare to change my beloved script of "The Legend of White Snake" without authorization?"

Wang Yingchao was so frightened by this sudden accusation that his face turned pale, as if his soul had been pulled away. His eyes were filled with confusion and panic. He responded incoherently: "Master, where do you start with these words? I, I do follow the instructions. With your wishes, you have faithfully restored every plot of "The Legend of White Snake". Now this play has become a hot topic in the county, with packed venues and good reputation, but in fact there is nothing contrary to the original intention."

Lin Xiaofeng did not soften his anger after hearing this, but asked more sternly: "I'm not questioning the performance, I'm talking about the script itself. Who has the guts to tamper with my work privately?"

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's aggressive momentum, Wang Yingchao shivered more and more and answered cautiously: "It was Mr. Zhou Zhiwei who revised the script."

Hearing the name "Zhou Zhiwei", Lin Xiaofeng frowned, his eyes showed deep confusion and anger, and his heart was turbulent: "I have only been away from the county for a few months, why did Zhou Zhiwei show up, and I didn't even hear about it? ?”

Wang Yingchao was afraid of angering Lin Xiaofeng, so he explained in a panic and in detail: "Mr. Zhou Zhiwei came to prominence while you were away. Like a spring thunder that exploded overnight, he quickly established a great reputation inside and outside the county and has become a famous person." A highly respected drama master. Nowadays, his plays have made more than half of the brothels in the county prosperous, with an endless stream of guests. Even many wealthy businessmen are vying for his plays, but Mr. Zhou is not easy He is a writer. His reputation in the county is at its peak, and his wealth is also rolling in. In a short period of time, he has accumulated a considerable family property."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, the anger in his chest was like the water of the Yangtze River. The invisible force was like a cold hammer in the hands of a blacksmith, hitting his heart hard, and the pain and injustice were intertwined into a helpless ball. Dissolving depression.

His teeth were clenched, and the veins were slightly protruding at his temples. His eyes were burning with rage, and he said every word in his mouth with hatred: "How can dramatic interpretation be regarded as child's play? The way of adapting scripts is very demanding. It has a rigorous structure and a high respect for the essence of the original work. Now, the classic work "The Legend of White Snake" has been so blasphemed and tampered with, how can it be so wantonly without the approval of someone in my family? As for that "White Snake" "The Legend of Jigong", could it also be the random graffiti of Zhou Zhiwei? This is clearly a blatant provocation and blasphemy against my original spirit!"

"Tomorrow morning, when the sky first dawns, you must go with me to Zhou Zhiwei's mansion to ask for the copyright fee that he deserves. This account must cost him at least half of it!" Lin Xiaofeng's eyes widened as he spoke. Like a torch, full of unquestionable determination.

"Where is that guy hiding at this moment?" Lin Xiaofeng spoke with gritted teeth, and his voice was cold but low.

Wang Yingchao heard this question and quickly answered, with a hint of awe and anxiety on his face: "Zhou Zhiwei is currently living in the county's academic research institute, thinking behind closed doors alone about the creative bottleneck of his new work, so much so that he has temporarily put aside the pen and ink in his hand. Dive there to find sources of ice-breaking inspiration.

What's more, he recently generously donated 3,000 taels of silver to the research institute, and thus was awarded the honorary researcher status by the county government. "

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's face was still shrouded in sullen anger, but there was a slight wave of emotion deep in his heart, like ice melting, and his resentment was slightly reduced: "It seems that Zhou Zhiwei still has a bottom line, let's forget this matter for the time being. Come on, let’s wait until tomorrow to figure it out.”

"Listen carefully to me," Lin Xiaofeng said in a calm and powerful tone, as firm as a rock, "Immediately send special personnel to search for all the painters in the city. Regardless of whether they are sleeping peacefully at this moment, they must rush to Zuiyue Tower. I want them to give their all. I have the talent to paint the portraits of all the people present tonight in detail. Every picture needs to be vivid and the details are clearly visible, so that people can understand its profound connotation with just one glance. Through these paintings, I want to reveal the ordinary people. The true face behind the high-sounding, seemingly noble person. If they dare to point fingers at me in the future, or even fan the flames with the intention of impeaching me, let them see the seriousness of the consequences!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaofeng's figure was as tall as a pine tree, and his steps were firm and powerful as he stepped into the depths of the county government office.

Behind the back, a solemn and resolute atmosphere gradually diffused, which seemed to indicate that a stormy reckoning was coming, and that storm would wash away all hypocrisy and injustice.

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The next day, the morning light dewed slightly, and the sky turned white. Lin Xiaofeng chewed a few mouthfuls of rough breakfast in the hazy light of the morning, and then embarked on the journey resolutely, aiming directly at the quaint inn that welcomed tired travelers all year round. .

At this moment, his mind was still reverberating with the images of those old travelers with haggard and weather-beaten faces yesterday. After their long journey, they seemed to have been bent back by the years. He speculated that such old people would definitely not show up at dawn. Get up early and work.

However, things are always unexpected. The aloof Jingjiang Emperor and the two humerus counselors beside him - Wang Jingwen and Li Dexian, have broken the palace's routine and quietly blended in among the fireworks in the market, in the long and winding streets. In the alley, he tasted the street food of ordinary people, with only a few personal guards. His actions were extremely secretive, and even the court officials who were still immersed in sleep were unaware of it.

Inside the inn, the crowd was bustling. Lin Xiaofeng stood alone among them, as firm as a rock, quietly waiting for the return of Emperor Jingjiang. However, time passed like water, and the long-awaited dragon did not appear for a long time.

What he saw was the busy figures of the shop assistants, carrying buckets of clear and cold mountain spring on their hands and shoulders, and continuously pouring them into the inn's intricate water supply system. This scene made Lin Xiaofeng frown.

He walked to the counter and asked the smart and capable shopkeeper: "The water tower in this inn should have considerable reserves. Why does it need to be replenished so frequently?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was also puzzled and explained: "Sir, you don't know that the water conservancy facilities in this inn are a work of ingenuity. The water storage capacity is extremely abundant, which is enough to ensure that dozens of guests can stay in all rooms in the inn continuously. Several days of washing water, and a strict daily inspection regime ensures that the water tank is always kept full.”

A teasing smile flashed across Lin Xiaofeng's lips, and he whispered to himself: "Is it possible that the dignitaries in Kyoto drink water like cattle and horses drinking water, without restraint?"

With the words still ringing in his ears, Emperor Jingjiang and his entourage returned to the inn with laughter and brisk steps. The emperor's face was filled with a relaxed and joyful smile, as if the fatigue of last night had been washed away by the fresh air of the morning.

He exchanged a few words with Lin Xiaofeng, and the calmness and ease in his words made Lin Xiaofeng's heart go up and down. He secretly admired the monarch's open-mindedness and his ability to relieve physical and mental fatigue overnight and regain his high-spirited spirit.

Li Dexian quietly approached with his unique agile steps, with a subtle and cunning smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered like a fox spying on prey in a trap: "Old Lin, the scene of 'Iron Spear Dance' performed in Zuiyue Tower last night, It is a rare and wonderful show in the world, have you ever been lucky enough to see it?"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard the sound, he frowned and looked confused, like a ship lost in the morning fog. He responded in confusion: "Iron gun dance? What kind of strange thing is this?"

Hearing this, Li Dexian's facial features changed rapidly, and his eyes and eyebrows revealed an elusive and mysterious color, and he said: "The iron gun with cold light standing upright on the stage stood like a dragon pillar, and the beauties around it were like clouds, like a flock of swallows. Wandering around the beam, light and erratic, flying and dancing in the air."

"One of the most eye-catching ones is the dancer named Bai Suzhen. Her flexible figure is like the fusion and rebirth of a fairy under the moon and a snake demon. Her dancing skills are extraordinary and breathtaking."

(End of this chapter)